While "wild" is a greener term to put it
This goddamn heat is pounding us
Storybooks catching fire, babies crying
Only hope is parents grounding us
Sprinkle-ers bribing us with sweet release
Digging holes in woodland dirt
Just bury me here, I'm just gonna rest
Until the cool comes hard, so much it hurts
Just bury me here
This goddamn heat
I hope it ends
When you wake up I'll be a street away
Soaking my face in free anointment
I'll come back with news from the front
No need for shoes or past appointment
Wash my hands with caked sweat
Electricity eludes me
Just bury me here in my car
The trash so high you could confuse me
Just bury me here
This goddamn heat
I hope it ends
You could confuse me for
You could confuse me for
You could confuse me for free.
Phil makes sometimes quiet, sometimes ear shattering, always pretty and dense records and this one is no different. As big as all outdoors and as small as a small wooden shack, as to be expected. al Riggs
Dance to this all night and then the morning and then the afternoon until your legs turn to noodles or the landlord starts a-knocking on your floor/their ceiling with a broom. Whichever happens first. al Riggs
Landlady live is a force of nature, on record they are just as gorgeous and anxious as they are in the Flesh World. More Nervous Energy for those who like tremendous drumming and proper earworms. al Riggs